It was Svein, the lame man who walked slowly down the hill from the top of the hill on crutches and through the snow, teasing the raven standing on his shoulder as he went.

His henchmen, the Noxus Assassin Killers, followed him indefatigably, and they didn't carry those bulky green magic launchers down the hill with them, apparently abandoning them altogether and traveling lightly.

"Something's wrong?" Darius knew that all those things were Svein spent a lot of money from Xavier? Hart's old ghost got it, and now he saw that Svein had given up so inexplicably, and with the sound of the horn of the retreat before, his impatient temperament couldn't help but want to ask what was going on.

"Yes." Svein nodded noncommittally, apparently not interested in answering Darius's words, and he stopped in front of the Piltover trio, who had been menacing but had become a little upset by his presence, to be precise, the appearance of the hundred and ten expressionless members of the Noxian Assassination Team behind him.

Facing the silent Svein, the three people from Piltover also fell silent, originally their target this time was the lame man in front of them, but now when this man really appeared in front of them, they didn't know what to do.

After all, their original plan was only to stop Svein's plan, and it was best to destroy some of Zuan's magic instruments, and now, it seems that Ezreal's success in the frontal battlefield over there went smoothly, so that Svein directly gave up his plan.

They can actually choose to leave now.

As for the bold idea of killing Svein, the eyeball of Noxus, who has plagued several major forces on the continent for many years, in one fell swoop......

No one dared to say that they were sure that they could really kill Svein in front of Darius, the Noxian military's number one combat force.

The atmosphere was extremely frozen for a moment, no one spoke, only the wind and snow howled, and occasionally a few low hoarse crows came from Svein's shoulder.

About six breaths later, Jace, who was standing at the front of the Piltover trio, couldn't help but take a tentative step back.

Even though the amplitude of his feet was minimal, the slight sound of stepping on snow was amplified countless times in the silent air.

"Kara-" The next moment Jace's death-fine boots hit the ground, the group of Noxian assassins behind Svein who were like silent deaths drew their knives en masse.

"Zheng-" The sound of neat knife draws was brushed together, and the snow-bright knife light merged into a cold murderous aura that rushed straight towards Jace's face, making the cold hairs on his face stand on end.

Jace's whole body froze there for a moment, every nerve in his hand tensed, and his hand unconsciously clenched the huge golden hammer in his hand, only the cold metal touch made him feel a little relieved.

The whole scene was tense again, and among the three people, only the woman with the fierce fist glove had a look of excitement on her face, as if she wanted to try the feeling of fighting a hundred by herself.

Seeing this scene, the belligerent blood in Darius's body was stimulated again, and the hideous axe he had put down was lifted by him again, but because Svein was still standing in front of him, he couldn't refute Svein's face in public, so he just kept stroking the blade of the blood-colored axe with his hand.

As if he didn't feel the deep undercurrent at all, Svein glanced at the three enemies who were already ready to shoot again, and then ...... At this time, he turned his head and began to tease the bird, and while teasing him, he even took out another strange worm from his pocket and fed it to the crow's mouth.

"Chirp-" The silent air was filled with the comical cries of Svein's amusing birds.

Until—

Darius let out a loud swallowing sound that even the Piltover trio, who were nearly ten yards away from them, could hear it clearly, a thirst like a murder weapon that had been sealed for centuries and was desperate for blood to moisten its dry blood tank.

Svein frowned, and couldn't help but glance at Darius, as if dissatisfied that he had broken the silence he had rarely enjoyed.

The moment Svein turned his head, Jace seemed to be unable to endure the oppressive and murderous atmosphere any longer, and his backward foot suddenly took a step forward, and the golden hammer in his hand suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, and there was a faint thunder roaring on it, as if some earth-shattering thunder was about to be born from it.

He lifted the golden hammer high and pressed his entire face to it, looking sideways as if aimed at Svein's head.

Svi seemed to be unaware of this, his eyes still resting on Darius's murderous face.

And the next moment, Darius had already leapt out like a beast out of the cage, and the hideous axe tore through the whistling wind and snow in an instant, and let out a roar like bloodthirsty.

The roar was like thunder.

After the thunder, the long knives followed.

The distance between the two sides was reduced to about three yards in an instant.

With just one more position, no more than a second, Darius' axe can slash at Jace's golden hammer, and then slash through the raging thunder and cut off Jace's head with an axe.

The thought of the blood-spattered scene made Darius tremble with excitement, and he roared in a low voice, adding three more points to his hand, and the violent force stimulated his entire arm full of green tendons, like a ghost.

It was a completely unresponsive second before Caitlin could take a step back and aim the gun at Darius's head, allowing the fierce woman with the gloves to retract her arms.

The air suddenly remembered the crisp sound of wind chimes.

The next second.

A blue light burst from the snow and rushed straight before Darius's eyes. That unstoppable speed allowed Darius to slam his half-swung axe back and barely block his face.

The astonishment of that second transcends the boundaries of time.

The next moment.

Darius was knocked back by the inconspicuous blue light, knocking the Noxus Assassin Team members behind him into thirteen before he slammed into the snow.

The air was filled with the piercing sound of gold and iron clashing.

Darius snorted, and the sudden retraction and the majestic blow made him a mouthful of blood rush to his throat and almost vomit it, holding back that mouthful of blood, he couldn't help but raise his head to look at the snowy sky.

In the snowy sky. A man wrapped in mysterious metal was slowly descending, looking down at the earth like a god.

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Are you still in this vicious circle...... Tomorrow must be written during the day.